Bobbins (thing)

British three-panel strip comics are a strange breed. Currently the ones you can find in the daily newspapers skate freely on the thin ice right in the centre of Lake Crap. We're talking out-dated 'er indoors stroke mother-in-law from hell gags, cheap, rehashed one liners that should have been left dead decades ago, poor to non-existent storylines, one dimensional characters and bad, uninspired artwork. As a child with a paper round, British strip comics regularly disappointed me and now, as a moderately grown-up person, they make me weep for the fact that I have changed, my friends have changed and the whole world has changed but they, remarkably, have not. Andy Capp, Beau Peep, George and Lynne... the entire tragic ensemble.

Now, your Americans have always had the right idea regarding how to go about presenting funnies in a small amount of space. The polar opposite of their British counterparts in just about every respect. Sure, there are exceptions but, by and large, youknow whatI mean.

And so to Bobbins and how easily it equates to bird's teeth: It's British, it's hilarious. It's heavily influenced by the American philosophy of strip comics which, as is said above, is most definitely A Good Thing. Launched upon an unsuspecting world on September 21st, 1998, Bobbins follows the lives of the staff in and around 'City Limit', a magazine based in Tackleford, a cathedral city just north of the Midlands in England. Among its cast is Rich Tweedy, the unlucky-in-love designer, Tim Jones, music writer, bad musician and inventor, Fallon Young, a genetically-created super-spy who became obsolete before fulfilling her purpose when the Cold War ended and Len Pickering, the magazine editor residing on the crazy-as-dog-food-jam side of eccentric. Oh, and there's also Shelley 'Ginger Ninja' Winters who's just an all-round sweetie-pie, but that's just my opinion...